CHAPTER FOURTEEN.
JUST IN TIME.
"Ahoy, lad!" he shouted.

"Shove a scull over the stern, and scull her this way." This roused me, and I jumped up to seize a scull, but felt giddy and nearly fell, for Bob Chowne had hold of my wrist.
"Take hold of the gunwale, Bob," I panted, as I tried again, and this time felt better, getting an oar over behind, and sending the boat along, as I had learned to years before.
It was slow and awkward work, with Bob hanging on to the side with his eyes fixed, and his face white; but I got her along, and before I had been sculling many minutes, a great brown hand was thrown over on the opposite side to where Bob clung, and Jonas Uggleston said hoarsely: "Lay in your oar, mate, and lean over, and take hold of Bigley here.
Get your arm well under him.

That's right.

Keep his head out of the water.

I'm about beat for a bit." I obeyed him in a dreamy way, getting Bigley's arm over into the boat, while I knelt down and put mine round him, and held him close to the side.
"Can you hold on, youngster ?" said old Jonas hoarsely.